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Suckwad McSuckersons

The gal with the mostest moxy on WordPress, Madame Weebles, had a great post earlier this week. So, whilst I was getting my sweat on during Bikram, I decided to answer the call of this siren and play along.

I blow donk at the following:

Not holding my tongue (shut up, pervs). Now, a little history about yours truly here. I’m a WASP (doormat) and with that pedigree comes learning how to make good conversatin’ at a wee age, a wicked sense of humor, a good edumacation and the ability to hold a lot of liquor and still be a McCrabass.

In other words, I’m a youngish Ouiser Boudreaux.

I wish.

However, when I was younger, the rule was to not talk about yourself (doing so was considered selfish), be polite and not ruffle any feathers (once again=doormat) regardless of what was being uttered to ruffle said feathers. Same goes for the utterer….right. Be polite to that person, then rip them to shreds when you’re with the fam. As I’ve aged, I’ve switched those two rules. Simply put, I don’t suffer fools lightly–and it shows. Now, I don’t immediately jump down someone’s gullet when they start spewing stupid, but I do when what has been said is either a right-out falsehood or an insult to me or mine. When I do say something, it’s usually quick and sharp, and has been known to harbor a certain amount of acidity that was part of my kind and genteel demeanor a few years ago. This is where I get into trouble–and lots of it. But changing my ways would be bad to my mental health so I’ve learned how to take what I dish out at a relatively early age.

My laziness when it comes to taking care of myself. I’m a lazy ass–I just am. I eat well, but if no food is in sight, I won’t eat. I’ll just think about food and hope that it’ll magically appear. On the plus side, I do Bikram yoga, go for long walks and drink copious amounts of water — and that’s about it aside from the occasional box of wine and trough of chocolate.

I can’t play basketball — at all. I’m turrible, turrible at it. What’s real odd is I believe that I should be good at it–why? I grew up playing tennis, riding to the hounds and plunging off of 3 meter springboards at break-neck speeds–where does basketball fit in?

Tally ho!

I don’t even like basketball all that much–same goes for baseball–come to think of it. The sight of me attempting to play can cause blindness so I don’t even try anymore because I do care about my fellow citizens that much.

Even Stanley is better than I am.

Being employed. I’ve been job-free for almost 2 years now and have no idea as to why I’m still not working, and find it odd that I’m persona non grata in the Chicago media world. I don’t want to talk about it though.

Overthinking. Being too cerebral. Too much in my head. This horrid habit tends to paralyze me at times. Instead of just “going for it”, I sit back and think of every possible thing that could go wrong AND right! Then, by the time I decide to go for it, the moment is gone and then there I am–holding my limp dick, or a limp dick. Depends on the situation I guess.

This next one may come as a shock, but I’m not all sweetness & light. I’m a born cynic. I see pictures of fluffy kittehs, puppehs and other woodland creatures, and do they warm the deep, dark parts of my soul? Nah. In fact, they fill me with dread because I know those critters are being pimped out for their cuteness but will soon be put back in some horrid basement or animal shelter somewheres because folks are too fucking stoopid/macho to get their animals fixed. Those animals never had a shot, see, and that sucks.

Pretending to like popular music–both new and old. I can’t stand 90 percent of the music that’s out today. It’s just pure horror produced by no talent shitstains who got lucky–or had someone killed so they could succeed. Same goes for old(er) stuff like Paul McCartney & Wings, Elvis Presley, Edie Brickell, U2, Tracy Chapman, John Mayer, DMB — I could go on and on, but I don’t want this bad juju on my blog. Plus, I wanna see the comments flow in about my audacity of not liking someone’s precious U2 or DMB.

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63 thoughts on “Suckwad McSuckersons”

I totally suck at being a nice person most days. At my age I find I don’t have much of a filter and lots of not nice shit comes out of my mouth. I like the thread about the music, but don’t even get me started! I have to admit I don’t much like the Rolling Stones, but for a few songs, and I am not totally taken with the Beatles either. So, just kick my ass now. :)

Hey, i’m not a huge fan of the Beatles, Bob Dylan, Gloria Estefan, Bruce Springsteen…either.
So, we’ll have to stand next to each other–tits to the winds–whilst other folks kick our asses for not LOVING the norm.

hahaha. . .yep, wouldn’t be any problem for me to pass up Bruce Springsteen either, and I think there’s only one Bob Dylan song I can listen to, and that’s “Lay Lady Lay”. Another one who always makes me wonder how he ever got a recording contract is Neil Young—what the hell do you call that sound he makes, because it ain’t singin’!!

Alright, but ya GOTTA give love to Twisted Sister! I mean, c’mon, any band that does a metal anthem (“We’re Not Gotta Take It”) that syncs up with a Christmas carol (“O Come All Ye Faithful”) has GOT to get some love! (Check out their Christmas album – it really works! :D )

Okay, now I’m not sure who I’m replying to, so I’ll try to shotgun it. G’n’R, yeah. Heard Mark Knopfler’s latest? No, I’ve been short on money for a little bit – like a DECADE. Hoping to maybe gather a little scratch via online surveys and stuff. Springsteen? Good. Little Stevie? Great! And since I have “Galaxy Quest” on in the background, and Sigourney Weaver just came strutting onto stage, I have no idea what the heck we were talking about. ;)

Thank GOD! Tim Allen PERFECTLY captures the “walking ego” (aka William Shatner). I know a small handful of so-called “Trekkers” view the film as sacrilege, but us REAL Trekkies LOVE it, ’cause we haven’t had our senses o humour removed, as the Trekkers have. ;)

I’ll probably be doomed to a particular level of Hell for this statement, but … “I don’t think ALL the Baldwins put together could imitate the ego of Shatner”. (Winces, waits for lightning bolt.)
Hmm – still here. Guess God really DOES have a sense of humour! :D

Any sport requiring more than one person. (Oddly, I can smack a tennis ball off a wall fairly well, but only require about 6 seconds to lose an entire tennis match.) Especially if catching is involved – it took me until almost 30 before I figured out I lack depth perception.
And cook. Well, I CAN cook fairly well. I also level entire city blocks doing so.
And sweetie, two of my faves are Barry Manilow and the Village People. Now YOU can start the dissing. :D